I felt fine Friday. Friday night I was sure I was having an allergic reaction to The Colonel. (I’m technically allergic – I’ll explain later.) Massive congestion. Saturday I woke up with a temperature. I slept most of the day and then went to the Minute Clinic when I hit 99.7 – my temp is usually a high 96 to low 97. The nurse practitioner shoved a swab up my nose further than I thought possible, placed it in a tube and told me we’d know if I had the flu in about 10 minutes. In 5 minutes we knew I “definitely” have Type A flu.
This is what the trash cans around the house looked like this weekend:
made stirred water into some can flakes from Costco to create potato soup.
We questioned it.
It was way better than expected. Totally eating that again. It was accompanied by a grilled cheese sandwich. I ate it before remembering the flu montage.
The “flu bucket” came into existance for when I move from bedroom to living room.
Here’s the breakdown of it:
It’s the simple things.